Faith and the Slaughter of a City

"How could there be such Faith Power? How could they be devout to this extent?!"

Tiamat's expression grew ever more hideous. Extreme emotions—rage, jealousy, astonishment—alternated across her three Dragon Faces. Her immense malice condensed into tangible black mist, causing the surrounding grass and trees to wither instantly.

"I painstakingly ruled Seleucia for over a century, expended countless resources, killed tens of millions of mortals, and kept those lowly ants in constant panic and fear. Yet they refused to repent even in death. Not only did they refuse to provide me with faith, they even overestimated themselves and rose up in rebellion!"

Tiamat's tone became increasingly frenzied, turning into a thunderous roar. Like a volcano on the verge of eruption, she was about to vent all the fury that had accumulated within her.

"Why?! Why would these lowly mortals willingly offer their faith to you?! Their lives are all in my hands!"

Boom—

Tiamat raised her head high. A pitch-black beam brimming with killing intent tore through the sky, carrying an overwhelming aura of terror as it blasted toward Keosius's chest.

Yet Faith Power condensed into a golden ocean that swept across the sky, enveloping Keosius's dragon body and effortlessly blocking the black beam.

Within the golden radiance, Keosius looked down at Tiamat and mocked her mercilessly. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"Can't obtain faith? This is clearly the retribution you deserve for everything you've done! You killed millions of people, yet still dreamed of receiving faith from their relatives and friends. That's rather delusional, isn't it?!"

As he spoke, Keosius raised a dragon claw. Faith gathered in his palm and condensed into a golden spear several thousand meters long, which he hurled violently forward.

[Empire Domain: Punishment!]

Screech—

Accompanied by a piercing explosion, the spear descended